As the two conversed, a commotion arose from the crowd in the distance.
Voices rang out, clear and loud: "The Adrien family has arrived, the Adrien family is here."
Ethan gazed into the distance as the once compact crowd parted to create a narrow path.
A carriage adorned with gold and crystal, unmistakably magical, rolled in at a leisurely pace.
The drivers, garbed in pricey woollen coats and towering hats, exuded an air of grandeur.
Ethan watched the magical carriage, a trace of reflection in his heart.
The Adrien family was indeed affluent; the carriage alone was a pricey asset.
He could even perceive the magical vibrations with each bob of the carriage – it was engraved with shock-absorbing magic runes.
The use of magic runes for such a purpose, Ethan thought, was truly a waste of their splendor.
